OakeleyDoakeley - 12OLLLING HIGH lyrics

[Talking] Wide wide world but as narrow as the coins in your hand Like a tethered goat, so far and no farther [Rapping] Broke as f**. Don't got a dollar k** the chicken, choke a duck with a gold-plated collar Metaphorically, the cents I'm making is nada The devil wears prada while Jesus shops at thrift stores Sift who*es from who'll do a little to a bit more Been sure that I'd tell the saddest truths since Gore All I'm saying keep it real, G If I'm so dope, how the f** do I deal me? Seal Team 6 better f**ing come and k** me Then I can make the whole country go giddy Fake my d**h; Machiavelli. Change my name; J. Diddy Marky Mark entourage; get my friends to come with me To advertise my white lies and get the girls to dig me While I try to dig 'em out. Honey Smacks her lips, opens mouth; Cereal k**ing. Whipping backs like the South Crackerjack boxing bouts In rings for diamonds, prizes, and likewise the clout If despised, “Bring 'em out, bring 'em out.” Realize: wise guys'll wanna shout. No doubt, no diggity they pout But what am I about if not being hated? Been dealing with f*ggots since the first day I skated Boarding saved me twice now I'm getting elevated Hoping talent will suffice on the day I am rated Oh. "Has he made it?" But really who's to judge if no one's ever played it? MIDI-medicated. Hip-Hop holistics Listen to discjocks count stocks and statistics Try to hunt money without losing your instincts Feebs think I'm funny when the ship they're failing in sinks Life is so muddy and the bullsh** stinks Think I'll grab a buddy and hold up a Brinks truck Since, what? I'm a 21-year-old darkie my life's been f**ed? A degree does not equal a job so this been s**ed I'm a community college communist with my chin tucked Under a bandana. Occupy to get my dick s**ed Activity activists actively act upon is actually Whatever bevy of Beverlies willing to lick the D for free I am drawing words on a canvas only you can see Writing images, the messages that I release Revive the piece of mind looking for peace Call me Reese, cuz bu*tercup, I may be sweet But soon you'll be asking, "Yo, who made this beat?" Okey-dokey, Oakeley makes it hot in these streets Now I just gotta cool off these fans in heat How? I guess I'll skeet for miles. “That's foul." Jk I'm past wild. Smoke a gram of AK and Mow Wow And spray every Hawaiian Island cuz I like the sound of it Pew pew! Pow pow! I've been dope since right now, and right now And right now and quite a while before this Fight me over style and your ego may forfeit Blow the mind off a drunk a** with four fifths Of my talent. It's apparent the only thing rappers And I have in common is we can afford this